Performed by Carter Moir
Hello, my name is Carter Moir; I am an 8th grade student at Woodland School. On all levels I appear to be your average teenage, 8th grade student, all American guy. I am not; I have a secret, something I have decided to share with you today. This secret has impacted my life for many years, I have decided to tell you what it is, and I am the big brother of a DRAMA QUEEN. Yes, you heard me right, a DRAMA QUEEN. I should just leave it at that and walk away; however, I am going to give you a little bit of the insight into my life. For example, my DRAMA QUEEN, hates bugs, she sees a spider, screams, runs, turns white, has to call me in to dispose of it for her.
This is the same DRAMA QUEEN that can go over to “Claries” at the mall and spend hours looking at things, things with “glitter!” Who does that you ask, my DRAMA QUEEN. And there is more, much more. I am a guy of simple means, I don’t need a lot, a pair of sneakers and a pair of boots, have you had the opportunity to look into the closet of a DRAMA QUEEN. There are so many shoes, sneakers, crocks, flip flops, sandals, and they even have shoes to do special things with, what do you call that? Oh yeah, ballet……and I do not understand it, none of them have holes or even STINK.
Mom and Dad took me and the DRAMA QUEEN to get a rabbit. I picked out a simple little rabbit, sleek coat minimal care. Well the DRAMA QUEEN picked out an Angora rabbit, have you ever seen an Angora rabbit, yes, you guessed it, great big puffy rabbit, it is also a drama queen, it wears a diamond collar. Oh boy.
My bedroom is basic, bed, bureau, desk and TV. Her bed room is PINK, bed, bureau, bureau, bureau, mirror, mirror, bureau, desk, tall chest, short, chest, pictures, pictures, pictures, and so much stuff. Worst part of all, it is organized. Who does that I ask. I thought my life was coming to an end. My drama queen entered a pageant, and the worst possible thing that could ever happen to me………she won. My parents forced me to go with her to attend other area pageants. I have heard so many good bye speeches, they haunt me, I have nightmares about little girls crying as they say goodbye to a tiara. It is so bad, this summer, I run to take the mound to give the Little League Creed, what popped into my head, a good bye speech from some other little drama queen. I asked my parents if I could trade my drama queen for Jessie Tagget. He quickly reminded me that Jessie Tagget plays XBOX and if there is anything good I can say, my drama Queen hates XBOX. Tell me…..what does that really say??? A person hates XBOX?
Not to mention school. Why is it all drama queens have perfect papers? They never need to erase? They should make them special pencils without erasers? Drama Queens don’t just make the honor roll, they have to make High Honors. Have I mentioned, trading my drama queen for a brother?
